Sierra County advocate. [volume] (Kingston, N.M.) 1884-1960, 1887-07-08

have watched their dearest dowr
through the death valley into the lane
of hope and life. And Aunt Debby
whispered through her tears: '.Forgivt
me. James. The anguish had driver
me wild v
Il have nothing to forgive he an.
swered stoutly. Il deserve it all, and
much more. can neter forgive my
self"
| Doctor" he continued meekly, after
Aunt Debby had stolen softly to the
room above, .do you think If | were to
send Aunt Myra away entirely, Helen's
chance of recovery would be bettcrp'
II think so. certainly was the re-
| ply. "You see she has been, by her
on such constant nervous strain for
the past two years. that nothing but an
absolute relaxation of the tension can
do her any good.
Then tomorrow she shall go. said
the deacon emphaticallv. And to-mor-
row she went.
do you know. Deacon Grant" said
DIR. Brownell, one sultry July day, as
he and his bride fingered over their
dessert OF berries and cream in the
deaoons cool dining room. "do YOU
know it is just five years ago to-day
since first dined with youp'
Five years, is itp" said the deacon.
"Well, Well. it don't seem so long
They've been the happiest five years OF
my life, and I've you to thank that I've
known how to live them.
ME? Oh, no, not altogether; give
little thanks to Aunt Debby and the
typhoid fever. BY the way, Mrs. Grant.
you don't keep open house now,
believepn
'0pen house No, indeed; not SC
open as want 1t by half and the smile
which lighted up Helen Grant face
had no tinge of bitterness now. have
to seold this husband of mine whenever
| want company, and half the time
even the scolding does no good. It's
ridiculous, when | have such an excel
lent girl in the kitchen. and when
Aunt nehhv relieves me Of almcs. nj!
the care of Harry''--and she turned
with a loving kiss to the three year old
monarch enthroned in his high chair by
her side.
What do you think, doc?" said the
deacon drvly; ''she's coaxed and coax.
cd, until I've at last consented to hei
asking Aunt Mvra here. "
''Aunt Myrar' calculated the doctor.
"fes. indeed, why notp the poor ole
woman is lonely and halfsick;
change will do everything for her. Be
sides, want to prove to you that I've
gained enough grace in tho past five
years to enable me to live with any.
body"
'Grace is an excellent commodity"
said Aunt Debbv. grimly. .'and know
you've got it, Helen; but am glad il
is something besides grace that has
put the color in your cheeks. | shall
have more faith in the grace holding
out, II It's backed up by blood ano
Well" said the deacon, after tn,
laugh had subsidized ave said shs
should come, and she shall I'll dc
to please Helen. But if she's
the Aunt Myra of five years ago. hei
stay will be short one. | don't wan
another inscription chosen for my
wife's tombstone-hey Aunt DebbyF
But seriously, friends" and tho smil.
with which he answered his wife's look
Of love was just shade fearful tiny
home was never n true home, nor
happy home, until / had learned tc
join with my given to hospitality
another text But if any provfd,
not for his own, and especially fos
those of his own house, he hath denied
the faith, and is worse than an infidel.
and I've learned that provide mean.
more than food and cloth,
ing"
"Amenp said Aunt Deborah.